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The pronghorns were swift creatures. They ran relentlessly, moving together as hoofed animals often did. Iqniq was not a wolf built for speed. His body was thicker, broader, slower. He was no competition for the tiny golden antelope as they retreated in whatever direction they thought brought safety. Still, he sprinted. Determined, he chased and hoped one of them might prove to be lame or sickly or stumble. Something. Anything to make his efforts worth the sacrifice in energy.

He was losing them. They escaped some distance before suddenly the herd shifted and turned almost without warning. Something had disturbed them and the herd erupted into chaos as their once clear direction broke into disorder. Some split to the left or right. Others turned around completely. In their confusion he gained a significant amount of lost ground and was able to steal close and nip at a heel. The pronghorn wailed as it kicked. He drew back, narrowly avoiding its hooves only to leap inward once he was clear of its feet. As luck would have it, the pronghorn's ankle rolled. He had mere seconds to champion this kill and Iqniq leapt, throwing his body weight upon the creature as he road it down to the ground.

The female pronghorn was down. It kicked and flailed with its sharp hooves as he shifted his body to dodge the brunt of their blows. His teeth snatched, thankful this female had no horns as he went for its neck and crushed powerful jaws around its throat. He grappled with her. He lost purchase for just a second before he adjusted his grip on her neck and leveraged the rest of his body to hold her down. Hold her still. She struggled, but in her fight she exhausted what breath she had left in her body. It felt like forever, but eventually she stilled and fell lifeless beneath him. Success. If luck had not been on his side, he'd not have been able to claim this victory.

Exhausted, he slowly eased himself from the corpse. He lay atop her, claiming her as he panted with lolling tongue and waited to regain his breath. In and out. He focused, slowing his breathing until the heaving of his lungs was satisfied that the chase was over. To eat now? To replenish that spent energy? Or to start dragging it back home? It would be easier to carry if it were lighter, but more blood and death upon the air would attract an audience. He grit his teeth. It'd be a long journey home. Lighter it was.

He turned towards the neck where his teeth had claimed the pronghorn's life and began to devour the flesh there.
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You can't be late until you show up. - by Iqniq - August 27, 2015, 12:54 PM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Sien - August 30, 2015, 07:58 PM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Iqniq - August 31, 2015, 10:06 AM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Sien - August 31, 2015, 07:10 PM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Iqniq - August 31, 2015, 11:14 PM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Sien - September 04, 2015, 04:33 AM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Iqniq - September 07, 2015, 12:42 PM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Sien - September 14, 2015, 08:38 PM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Iqniq - September 16, 2015, 12:55 PM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Ahren - October 05, 2015, 09:34 PM
RE: You can't be late until you show up. - by Iqniq - October 05, 2015, 09:55 PM